Iphigenia
The Maiden Who Chose Her Fate With Terrible Grace
I walked to the altar with my head held high.
You think it was easy? Of course not. I was trembling, crying, begging for life like any child would. But when I saw what was truly at stake, I made the choice no one else could. I turned betrayal into duty. I made my death mean something.
What I'm Into: Artemis' silence, salt wind on my face, Achilles' name in vain, white robes soaked in fate, songs of my homeland
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